Sat in the bright warm sun an hour midday in the back room to-day—All continues
fairly with me. Yours of 11th with parallel to Millet
&c. rec'd. I shall look out for the Nineteenth—Sent off the pesky little notes (more bother than
they are worth)—the big book will now be stitched & bound—I came
across a critique of John Burroughs in the old Galaxy magazine—wh' I send
you, tho' you probably had it before.